Klutzes like President Lump
Why people are so churlish is beyond
Me. Sending out a humorous account
Of my poetry reading, I was fond
Enough to reckon that it would amount
To a piece of bragging fun to my friends.
Of course the overwhelming bulk of them
Sent back their pleased replies. To make amends
For this, Dan mocked me for touching the hem
Of moaning’s garment since I hadn’t got
The whole of what I wanted. Then I sent
The pics of roses Tom asked for. The upshot?
He said he doesn’t like their hues. He meant
He wanted me to send him only bright
Ones, yellow, orange. Gracelessness is a blight.